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Monday, April 1, 2013

Perdy the monster destroyer.

Perdy, the 'destroyer.'!

Every so
often I buy a ‘friend’ for Perdy. I suppose this is because I leave her at home
when I go to work and sometimes she has to stay behind if I am going to a place
where she is not welcome, like the supermarket, restaurant (she comes to many
cafes though) or bank. What I am saying that I love to take her and I enjoy her
outrages antics at the beach or park and then the total contrast as she sits
quietly under the table at the café, surveying the world as it glides past.

Today I brought
her a little green crocodile that squeaks in the most delightful way when
pressed or bitten, when between the jaws of the afore mentioned dog. We
unpacked the groceries and tossed her ‘green friend to her on the grass. We immediately
heard the squeaky cry of the beastie as she was attacked by Perdy. By the time
we have packed away our purchases, the sound had diminished to that of an ‘asthmatic’
shadow of its former self. Not only that, but the jaws of the crocodile resembled
those on one that had been run over by a train.

Poor
crocodile-----what a short life you have had. Well, Perdy; that’s it for this
week. I think I shall get you the real thing and see how you go with that; like
the one in the fish pond. Try that for size!